"Why did you have to come now?"
Eden looked at Donald with some suspicion.
Honestly, Eden deeply suspected that Donald had been annoyed with him for a long time, and so he deliberately chose to deliver the goods now, making things even more troublesome.
"You said it yourself."
"As soon as the coat is ready, it must be delivered to you immediately."
Donald explained, then mumbled, "I'm an ace agent, I'll complete the mission one hundred percent."
"Haha."
"Damn it, immediately."
"Use your brain, Donald, really use your brain."
"Do you think this is the occasion to hand me the coat?"
Eden was almost amused to anger by Donald. He pointed at the superheroes filling the room and laughed.
"But boss, you personally gave the order to remove all the monitors and listening devices in the room."
"We are now completely unaware of anything in this room, or even anything within a kilometer radius of the Kent Family home."
Donald said, feeling wronged.
"Flexibility, Donald, flexibility!"
Eden pointed to his own head with both hands, saying seriously.
"This clothing."
At this moment, The Immortal looked at the coat in Donald's hand, somewhat silent.
"Haha."
"Clark, look quickly!"
"That white beast I just told you about, and the raw material for this fur, are both lions."
The Immortal seemed to recall something amusing, pointing at the coat in Donald's hand and laughing loudly.
"..."
In response, the other members of the Guardians remained silent.
"Wait, a white lion."
"And Clark's relative?!"
In this invisible silence, The Immortal's millennia-hardened brain finally began to work. He first looked at the coat in Donald's hand, then turned to look at Eden, Clark's biological son, his eyes growing clearer.
At this moment, The Immortal felt as if something had exploded in his mind: "He could be Clark's brother, or he could be Clark's son."
Perhaps this was the so-called 'blind spot right under the lamp'.
The Immortal had never considered why the Black-Clothed Superman had to be Clark's brother. Why couldn't he be Clark's son?!
Or perhaps it was The Immortal's pride at play, refusing to admit that he couldn't defeat a child who had just turned eighteen?!
"Damn it."
"You are that Black-Clothed Superman."
The Immortal pointed at Eden, shouting in disbelief.
"I told you, you're an idiot."
"Everyone in the house has already guessed my identity, and you're the only one still in the dark."
"If I hadn't happened to run into Donald, who is as clumsy as you, you would never have known my identity in this lifetime."
Eden, seeing that he was already exposed, simply laid his cards on the table. He stopped pretending; he was the Black-Clothed Superman who had kicked The Immortal out of the team.
"Boom!"
As Eden said this, he had already returned upstairs, changed out of his combat suit, and carefully put away the battle suit Nolan had given him. Regardless of whether this battle suit matched his aesthetic, it was a gift from his mother.
Then, with a thought, Eden changed into his own battle suit and returned to the living room. This time, he removed the cognitive interference, allowing The Immortal and the Guardians to clearly see his face.
"Clark, look!"
"It's him, it's this guy!"
The Immortal looked at Eden's current appearance, his lips trembling, and he murmured.
"The Immortal, shut up!"
"If it weren't for the fact that you've known my father for many years, I would have thrown you onto Mars long ago and let you, this fool, fend for yourself."
Eden pointed at The Immortal's nose and started scolding him.
In Eden's eyes, The Immortal was a complete and utter fool.
Especially in other universal timelines, there were Marks who would entrust the responsibility of ruling and protecting Earth to The Immortal as an acting.
And how did Donald do it?!
Just because he didn't want to bear this responsibility, he began to slaughter wantonly!
According to The Immortal, he didn't have the ability to bear this responsibility?
But to Eden, all of this was pure nonsense and excuses.
If you think you can't do it, you can completely not do it, you can hand over the power, instead of holding onto power while doing things only an idiot would do.
So the other Guardians were fine, but Eden really disliked The Immortal.
If Eden hadn't given his old man face, he would have cut The Immortal in half long ago.
And to prevent The Immortal from resurrecting, Eden would first throw half of The Immortal onto Mars, to be guarded by the Martian King, and the other half onto Jupiter, thereby allowing this idiot The Immortal to sleep forever.
Ultimately, this banquet ended unhappily due to Eden's accusations against The Immortal.
Outside the Kent Family home.
"Did you really guess it a long time ago?"
The Immortal looked at the other members of the Guardians and asked.
"..."
Although the other Guardians didn't speak, their silence was more hurtful than words.
"We're not friends anymore."
The emotionally fragile The Immortal wiped his tears, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the horizon.
"Are we just going to watch him leave?!"
Red Speed looked at the distraught The Immortal and couldn't help but ask.
"He's not very smart."
"But I am curious why Donald calls Clark's child 'boss'."
Darkwing looked at the distant The Immortal, shaking his head slightly. His sharp tongue didn't spare anyone.
Even though The Immortal was considered a benefactor to his race.
Inside the Kent Family home.
"Eden, I need an explanation."
After seeing off the Guardians, Clark looked at his good son, frowning.
"I confess."
Eden raised his hands above his head, performing a French military salute while speaking earnestly to his father.
"Start telling."
Clark pulled up a chair, sat in front of Eden, and nodded.
During this time, Nolan tried to mediate between the father and son, but Clark silently stopped her with a gesture.
"Alas ~"
Seeing this, Nolan shrugged at Eden, giving him a look of 'there's nothing I can do'.
"Where do I start?"
Eden, like a child who had done something wrong and been caught by an adult, looked at Clark at a loss.
Well, Eden was indeed a child who had done something wrong.
At least in front of Clark, he was.
"From the beginning."
"From when you met Cecil, to when you two collaborated to kick The Immortal out of the Guardians."
Clark said patiently.
"Alright."
"It was about a month ago, some aliens invaded Earth, I blew them up, and Cecil found out..."
Eden scratched his head, starting from when he beat up the Frank's Sa People a month ago.
"...Then I went to the Earth's core, and I planned to eliminate all enemies that threatened human survival in this world, which were those giant arthropods and subterranean people."
"But The Immortal wouldn't let me, honestly, that The Immortal guy always likes to protect all sorts of random things."
"Of course, in the end, I still eliminated all those guys who threatened human survival."
"Also, The Immortal was trying to force Cecil to reveal my identity! I didn't want my peaceful life to be disrupted, so I had Cecil kick The Immortal out of the team."
Eden stopped speaking here, immediately closing his mouth and signaling to Clark, "I'm done."
"Is that all?"
Clark looked at Eden and asked.
"That's all."
Eden nodded, awaiting his father's stern criticism.
"Son, you..."
Clark looked at Eden, slowly raising his rough hand.
"...did the right thing!"
Just as Eden thought Clark was about to use the 'naughty child corrector' on him, Clark simply smiled gently, stroked his head, and nodded in approval.
"Excessive kindness and benevolence will only make you lose more! And it will inevitably make you experience things you will regret, you might even lose everything because of it."
"It makes your father very happy that you understand this principle at such a young age."
Clark said to Eden, smiling.
"Something's not right!"
However, at this moment, after receiving Clark's reassurance, Eden didn't feel any peace of mind. Instead, he became somewhat flustered.
"My dad, he's very strange!"
"Are these words that 'Superman' Clark should be saying?"
Eden's eyes were a bit dazed.
Eden suddenly remembered what Cecil often said, but which he had always dismissed as a joke: "Eden, your father is very strange! I have never seen such a perfect person. Beneath his perfect persona, perhaps a greater crisis than Nolan is brewing."
"Not good."
Eden was a bit panicked.
Honestly, Eden would rather Clark lecture him than simply agree with his views.
"My son has good taste."
Apparently, Clark also liked the 'Absolute' suit.
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